As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?
We’ve all heard it before.
“I’m not ready for this summer to be over!”
“Ugh, I don’t want to back to school yet.”
I just don’t agree with them.
As a kid, my family wasn’t big into vacations. We’d go on a nice weekend trip to see family, but never anything like a trip to Disneyland or a week-long cruise. Don’t worry, Mom and Dad; I’m not mad about that. Looking back, that trip to Disneyland probably would’ve been a nightmare compared to those trips I loved to take to Connecticut to see my aunt and uncle. Give me the Mark Twain house over two-hour-long lines for everything any day. I’m being completely serious here.
So when summer started to end, I didn’t think “end of lazy beach days and start of boring boring class.” It was more like “end of having nothing to do and OH MY GOD FRIENDS AND LEAF PILES AND SNOW SO MUCH SNOW.” I love autumn and winter. If I could just replace upstate New York summer with California summer and keep everything else, my life would be perfect.
Anyway, as you could probably tell, I used to get pretty excited about going back to school. It also helped that I was a straight-A student back then, so anxiety rarely entered my academic life (*sigh* if only it had stayed like that).
At the end of middle school, a little more anxiety entered my life. Since 8th grade, my summer wouldn’t end with the start of school. It would end with the start of two weeks of swimming hell. Five and a half hours Monday-Friday and three hours on Saturday of swimming my arms and legs off to get back in shape for the fall varsity season. There was still the OH MY GOD FRIENDS aspect which made it better, and some of my teammates became my best friends out of the pool too. But still. Five and half hours is a lot of swimming.
As a currently professional couch potato, it’s hard to remember what kind of insanity possessed me to wake up so early to hop in a freezing cold pool and warm it with my sweat, blood, and tears.
…alright, so I’m being a bit of a drama queen. Ugh, I miss varsity so much.
It doesn’t matter anymore, though, because now I’m in COLLEGE, the magical land of independence and cheap beer. Oh right, and there’s that studying thing. Kidding, kidding.
I’m parroting every single one of my friends at the moment, but I cannot wait to go back. I’ve got anxiety about pretty much everything from friends to schoolwork, but I can take the anxiety now. Varsity toughened me up like nothing else can, and I know that all I need are a couple of weeks to get back into the swing of things, and then I’ll be on my way. I probably won’t ever relive the academic glory days of elementary school and come back home with shining report card, but I will definitely be on my way.
Wow, writing this post was like a little back-to-school pep talk for me. Thanks, Daily Post.